A silvery armour that was crushed in various places, and a torn up blue mantle. Long lustrous black hair that extended to the sides and a body that doesn’t even move an inch. It was the figure of Kirika who had been defeated at the hands of Flamia the “Mad Princess”.
(I’m still….Alive?)
Although she still had her consciousness, she could not move her body at all. If it continued on like this, a simple encounter with one of the monsters in the forest of the elves would be enough to make her into animal food, even though she was a great Princess Knight, there would be nothing she could do.
(…….Who is coming?)
There wasn’t any sounds of footsteps, but she could sense that someone was approaching her as if gliding between the trees. The shadow seemed like some sort of illusion caused by the huge amount of pain she was currently experiencing. In any case, the shadow of the person who approached her had something across their face—-.
(A silver….Mask?)
That was the last thing she saw, before her consciousness faded away into the darkness